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The prompt for Monday April 25 is to write a Riddle Poem. Let me know if you can figure out what the answer is. Thanks for reading.
I love you, I love you
I hate you in the morning
You love me, you love me
But never give warning when
It’s a kick, it’s a kiss
It’s a kiss, it’s a kick
And the ride, and the danger
The thrill, the contentment
The rose and the thorn
The pain and resentment
You arrive with a pop
And leave with a thud
You twist my words
You mess with my blood
Sometimes you’re a brut
At times I’m a lady
Sometimes we’re in love
Other times we’re just lazy.
The law can get after you
Your alias betrays you
Illegal or lawful
You make me crazy
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At first I thought it was champagne but then the rest made me think it can't be. Guess my brain is on vacation again. I have no clue.
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